Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I rearrange the mountain so I can disappear in itjust for my lunch break There is an opening in itlike the doggy door through which the bags are fedat baggage claim onto the carousel Think of how manymummies could fit inside of a mountain The pyramidsare gifts from humans of the past A mountaincan be conjured from the dust and made into a casket Every body is a suitcase With every bricka builder says We were here before

Monday, January 27, 2014

A stone means one thing in isolation
and another grouped A place can follow
you home in its stones by sneaking into
your pocket or palm or shoe Two or more
stones grouped together on the ground
and a person has tried to leave a little
of themselves behind Later that human
can think of that assemblage of stones
under the pines that stare out into the water
or in a row on the ledge of a headstone
The self can be scattered and not diminished

Friday, January 24, 2014

So, I've got questions for you, fellow creative types (I'm working on a little project.) When you are creative/when you make art, how does it feel? What sensations or emotions register as you create art? When you make art, do you feel more present or less present? What kind of a mental space do you envision (if any)? What, if anything, is consistent about the emotional space from which you create? Thanks for any thoughts you choose to share.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

All of the faraway places laugh and clap. It sounds like a bushel of cannonballsshuttling down into valley. A hordeof echoes. Can’t you come here,the faraway places are giddy for a glimpse of you in your kayak. A dusty bazaar with reams of scarves.A watchmaker’s shop carved into the side of a mountain. A beach without humans for fifty years.The swamp likes you. The grovelikes you. The cliffs like you.All of the faraway places find youdreamy. Changeable creature, dangleyour legs over their edge. Don’t youtrust the world with your body.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Please enjoy this amazingly charming video of architect and artist Luigi Prina (via ArtNau....see the article here). Doesn't it make you want to camp out beneath those beautiful ships, drinking coffee with Luigi?

Friday, January 3, 2014

Please let this image dispense one of the following pieces of chicken-themed wisdom:

a) Hope is the thing with feathers that says "bok bok."
b) Don't be chicken in 2014. No offense to the chickens.
c) This year, cross any roads you damn well please.
d) Divvy eggs up amongst lots of baskets and when you count them remember that they aren't chickens just yet, friend.